This group of crazed scientists was tied up by him. Charles remained in a daze; a superman was right before him, the great door of human evolution also right before him, but this guy's head seemed to be only full of muscles.
No matter what was said, he wouldn't listen.
Rope tightly bound their wrists. Bodies thin and weak, no way to struggle.
Lam Pham wanted to take this group of individuals, who committed illegal acts in his country, to the police station.
He suspected... no, it was very serious to say, this group was researching genetic engineering targeting his countrymen, using his compatriots' bodies for some kind of terrifying, inhumane experiment. Encountering this situation, how could he sit idly by? Must fulfill the duty every citizen should have.
Leaving the secret base required swiping a card up and down. At the entrance, saw Frostmourne discarded in a corner. This was his weapon, also his divine artifact for dealing with zombies. Being casually discarded was truly a pity; they didn't understand the power of a divine weapon.
Once again shouldering Frostmourne, pulling the rope, led them to the police station.
He now felt the importance of driving. Before, thought this life had no fate with sedans. After all, working-class people either take the train or public transport. For him, wanting to buy a car was indeed fraught with difficulties.
The biggest difficulty: no money.
Money is a man's guts. Without money, he never thought about learning to drive. But now Old man Vuong had a car; sometimes when using a car, could borrow Old man Vuong's to drive.
Soon, arrived at the police station.
Along the way.
Charles kept telling Lam Pham nonsensical things about evolution, becoming a god, etc. He didn't listen, nor did he think much, even very seriously told the other party.
I am a materialist, don't believe in bull-headed horse-faced demons, what evolution, what god or not god, all day just talking nonsense, all non-existent toys.
Zombies appeared on the road.
Charles's group, seeing the appearing zombies, was clearly extremely scared. Research is research, but knowing the zombies' explosive power, once falling before zombies, basically hard to escape death.
But seeing Lam Pham easily slay the zombies, even one kick could send a zombie tens of meters away, Charles could only angrily question: This is your so-called materialism? Don't you feel your own situation has already surpassed human perception, developing towards an indescribable direction?
"Alright, stop shouting. You guys have been talking loudly all this way, attracting quite a few zombies, very annoying." Lam Pham shook his head, truly dissatisfied with this group of foreign hostile elements. Thinking of the friendly compatriots he met, which one didn't cover their mouth, speaking softly, just afraid too loud a voice would attract zombies.
Conversely, these guys who did bad things always swaggered around bringing trouble to others. This kind of situation was fostered by some previous generation of simps, passed down to the present, bringing bad influence and after-effects to our current young generation. Wanting to eliminate this kind of unhealthy trend still requires a new generation of adults.
"Ugh ugh... Roar!"
Zombie roars came.
"Officer Hoang, hello."
Lam Pham waved towards Officer Hoang wandering inside the police station.
Still the familiar back, familiar voice, familiar temperament.
Charles said in surprise, "You greet a zombie? Can it understand?"
Lam Pham said, "His name is Hoang Quan, Officer Hoang. Although he turned into a zombie, he is different from other zombies. He maintains the justice he had when alive from beginning to end. He eliminates evil and promotes good, he protects Hoang city's social order. Facing all kinds of fierce thugs, he never retreats, never condones, but bravely advances, displaying justice vividly. He is a good zombie police officer who can give his life for the people. Even turned into a zombie, still persists with justice in his heart, a role model for us young people."
He respected, admired Officer Hoang.
The police station is a sacred place. But no matter how sacred a place, there are always some vermin. Such vermin can also hide for a long time. But after the storm arrives, will have nowhere to hide.
Only people like Officer Hoang, even facing a storm, can still stand firm, surging forward.
Charles observed that limping zombie.
Indeed found a difference.
Previously studied zombies, when encountering fresh flesh and blood, were like mad dogs, more ferocious, more irritable than any animal in the current world.
Zombie bite force in the early stages was two to three times that of an ordinary person. Perhaps this was because after turning into a zombie, lost the sense of pain, lacked various nerve protection mechanisms, thereby erupting with stronger bite force.
Now, through their research, found zombie bite force was strengthening. Like that Strength-type zombie confined by them, its own physique robust to an inhuman state, bite force even more so an existence hard for any creature to contend with.
"He is different from other zombies! He might possess rationality! This is a research direction! Is the source to resolve the zombie crisis! Listen to me, release me, research with me together! As long as successful, you will be the savior!" Charles desperately wanted to research this zombie before him.
He didn't expect Hoang city would actually have this kind of zombie.
Absolutely a miraculous discovery within the zombie horde.
Lam Pham walked towards Officer Hoang, stood beside him, allowing Officer Hoang to sniff his scent, then looked towards them, "I brought you here precisely to hand you over to Officer Hoang. What should be done, I have already done. As for the research you mentioned, I feel you are extremely terrifying."
Charles and his group of crazed scientists, seeing Lam Pham standing before the zombie, yet the zombie didn't bite, all fell into disbelieving expressions.
What exactly is going on?
Is there some secret in this, or do Hoang Bi fellows have some special physique, thereby able to confuse zombie perception, regarding him also as a zombie?
These questions, like unknown mysteries, tightly wound around their hearts.
"Ugh ugh..."
At this time.
Officer Hoang looked at Charles and his group, couldn't help but let out a roar, appearance becoming savage, instantly charging towards them.
Gnawing, biting sounds.
Accompanied by tragic screams.
Charles watched the bitten fellow, wanted to escape, but hands tied, not like wanting to run means can run.
Lam Pham watched quietly.
"Indeed a group of scoundrels. Wanting to escape Officer Hoang's punishment is just dreaming."
The scene before him was truly a bit bloody.
The fellow tackled by Officer Hoang and bitten, flesh and blood messy, fresh blood splattering, even abdomen torn open. If transformation speed slow enough, perhaps couldn't even turn into a zombie.
But even if turned into a zombie, when revealing fierce intent, would be head-exploded by Officer Hoang, very simply destroyed.
Tragic screams continued.
"God! Help! Help me!"
"Professor Charles, save me..."
"Airui! I'm your friend! You can't hurt me!" (Assuming Airui is a name one of them shouts)
The current situation didn't impact Lam Pham much. Could even say, a matter of course, could face it calmly. He had slain countless zombies, long accustomed to it, seen all sorts of bloody images.
Charles reached out towards Lam Pham, hoping to get help.
"We scientists, in the apocalypse, scientists are the most precious existence! You cannot watch us die! We are the last hope!"
"Ah..."
Lam Pham spread his hands, indicating powerlessness.
Now is Officer Hoang's law enforcement time; he also wouldn't stop Officer Hoang from punishing thugs.
Not long after, everything quieted down.
Lam Pham waved towards Officer Hoang.
"Tough work for you, Officer Hoang."
Officer Hoang growled softly, as if responding to Lam Pham, swayed, limped off into the distance. This, to Lam Pham, clearly was Officer Hoang also being proficient in "fishing" law enforcement.(Fishing law enforcement = entrapment/baiting)
This kind of fishing isn't aimed at ordinary people.
But aimed at bad people.
These corpses handled by Officer Hoang were still there. Ground dyed red, sticky substances smeared everywhere. He had no complaints, diligently cleaned up. What he could do was let Officer Hoang, upon returning, see a clean and tidy police station entrance, let him understand, even under the apocalypse, still kind-hearted citizens silently supporting his work.
Moved this group of corpses to the trash can, took Charles's work ID; that was the key to the research base.
There were still undiscovered problems there.
Base.
Lam Pham took the elevator down, looked at Cuong Ni whom he had killed in self-defense, picked up the firearms from his body, slung them over himself. These firearms were all contraband.
He thought about handing them over to the police station.
But the police station personnel weren't enough. Officer Hoang was always busy patrolling outside. If he handed the firearms to the police station, and bad people took advantage of Officer Hoang's absence to steal them, then for ordinary survivors, could cause trouble.
Moved around, four firearms slung on his body.
He also didn't know how these firearms were transported in.
Perhaps really a case of national vermin, before absolute benefits, thinking of taking desperate risks.
This base was very large, rooms everywhere. The ID card obtained from Charles's body could open all escape routes. He saw many zombies in containers.
Very strange, terrifying place. Little children seeing it would definitely be scared to tears.
Didn't find any survivors, but saw a place where corpses were arranged. He was shocked by the scene before him, accompanied by a kind of fury. These were all his compatriots; didn't expect they would actually turn out like this.
Looking at these corpses, he could seemingly imagine what kind of terrifying experiments they had been subjected to, all died very tragically.
"This group of people, truly hateful."
The only gratifying thing was this group of crazed scientists had received their due punishment.
Officer Hoang did well.
Left the experimental base. Looked at the armored vehicle parked at the entrance, also belonging to the kind that shouldn't appear beside ordinary people. He walked to the front of the vehicle, gently lifted it, pulled it, heading towards the residential area.
Duong Quang Apartments.
As Lam Pham returned.
The crowd all gathered downstairs, looking at the things Lam Pham brought back. Everyone revealed extreme shock.
"This is a G36 automatic rifle! How did it appear here?" Co Hang, seeing the four assault rifles, truly was somewhat dumbfounded. Overseas, not strange at all. But now this is in the country. Let alone rifles, even handguns aren't so easy to find.
His gaze then looked at the armored vehicle brought back by Lam Pham, even more shocked.
Old man Vuong also touched the firearms. Didn't expect Lam Pham to go out on a trip and bring back such good things. He knew Lam Pham definitely thought about handing them over. But no matter what, he had to persuade Lam Pham.
Shotguns are no good. Threatening, yes, but not enough.
If Duong Quang Apartments possessed these four assault rifles combined with the armored vehicle, even if Lam Pham wasn't around, they could also rely on these things to deter all survivor groups daring to cause trouble at Duong Quang Apartments.
Lam Pham recounted the events encountered before to everyone. Hearing this situation, everyone's mouth agape, extremely dazed, as if not expecting, things very distant from them in movies, would actually happen beside them.
Old man Vuong said, "Truly a bunch of bad things! Actually deceiving survivors in Hoang city, doing this kind of experiment! Luckily discovered by you, otherwise don't know how many more innocent survivors would fall victim."
Te Thinh said, "I once paid attention to some matters of Tenghuang Pharmaceutical Group. Many, many years ago, Tenghuang Pharmaceutical Group conducted a health survey in our country's rural areas, just collecting blood samples of long-lived elderly villagers. The method of collecting blood samples clearly was for gene research. Later discovered and reported by someone with a heart, finally these blood samples were sealed. This is what Tenghuang Pharmaceutical Group did. In recent years, Tenghuang Pharmaceutical Group enjoyed our country's welfare, earned money from the country's common people. Didn't expect, would actually have an underground laboratory."
In their view, this was a plot that could only appear in movies.
Zombies were clearly already terrifying.
Yet such a thing actually happened. This was truly pushing innocent survivors to a dead end.
"So scary, so vicious. Seems I did an extremely extraordinary thing," Lam Pham sighed with emotion, admiring his own thoughts. As an ordinary citizen, being able to do such a thing, he truly felt proud.
Old man Vuong said, "Little Pham, you did beautifully! If this were peacetime, you definitely would be regarded as a hero by everyone, praised, on TV, absolutely!"
"Praise or whatever, forget it. I just did my job," Lam Pham said modestly.
Look at such a good child. Old man Vuong really liked young people like Little Pham. Low-key, modest, not exaggerated, speaks the truth, always full of positive energy. Completely a true young person of the new era. Should be promoted as a model, spread widely.
"Little Pham, these firearms and that armored vehicle, how do you plan to handle them?" Old man Vuong asked.
Co Hang tensed up. He wanted to say keep them, really want to keep them. But he knew his status before Lam Pham wasn't as high as Old man Vuong's. Besides, Old man Vuong was highly respected, even more so an old soldier, a hero who participated in wars.
Don't just look at him serving in the army for nine years, seems very long.
Compared to the old man, that's a naive child, the kind still wet behind the ears.
Lam Pham said, "I originally thought of handing them over to Officer Hoang. But Officer Hoang is very busy; leaving them at the station might not be safe. If stolen by wrongdoers, very likely to cause bad influence. So I brought them back, want to ask Old Sir's opinion. After all, you and Bro Hang are both soldiers."
This was trust towards the old man and Co Hang.
In the apocalypse, if even they weren't trustworthy, then this world would truly completely sink into darkness, without a shred of hope.
Co Hang looked expectantly at the old man, as if saying, Old Sir, any word from you can decide the place of these weapons. Duong Quang Apartments, possessing weapons, will surely be safer.
Old man Vuong smiled, "Little Pham, your thinking is very good. Leaving them outside is indeed dangerous. Look at our residential area's population continuously increasing; safety aspect should receive more attention. I think, keep the weapons here, guarded by me and Co Hang, absolutely safe."
Lam Pham nodded, "Okay, no problem. Old Sir decides. I trust Old Sir."
Regarding the placement of the firearms, he only had a few thoughts: either send to the police station, or give to the old man for safekeeping. Besides, he also understood, the old man wanted to keep the guns to protect the residential area.
Although perhaps not conforming to firearm management requirements.
But a great person once said: Rooms should be swept frequently; if not swept, will accumulate dust. Minds also must frequently flow.
This sentence is very right.
Depends on the situation. Peacetime, definitely cannot privately hold firearms. Even retired old soldiers are the same. But now in a chaotic era, can privately hold firearms. But this gun isn't for dealing with kind common people, but for bravely aiming the muzzle at the enemy, aiming at enemies full of malice.
Just like when he saw others take things without paying, he would only habitually mention it, but wouldn't stop them, because he knew the current situation, some things cannot be helped.
And his reminder was just hoping the other party understood in their heart, buying things requires paying. When peace comes, hope descends, if have money later, then pay back.
His thoughts were just like that.
Co Hang's face revealed a smile. Finally kept the firearms and armored vehicle. He touched the firearms, a strong conviction appearing, as if one gun in hand, the world is mine.
Children surrounded the armored vehicle, touching here, touching there, everything revealing novelty.
Te Thinh sighed in amazed admiration inwardly.
Worthy of being the place of hope Bro Chu mentioned. Truly gives people enough sense of security.